Shadows
flicker on the wall.Air
filters through the dusty screen.And
moves the curtains in a silent dance.Not
bright, but light enough.Receiving
the stare.Unmoved
by her presence.As
if the plight of one alonecould
never be enoughto
change the scene.

Still
and unmoving, she takes it all in.The
essence of her loneliness extreme.The
world moves, but she is sedentary.The
breeze plays music that she cannot hear.A
fire burns, she cools the flameswithout
a single word.Slight
light through curtained windowsturns
the glass into a mirror.Craving
her reflection. Quite sincere.But
like a ghost, she simply disappears again...